The wind is brutally intent
on asserting its dominant
role as one of nature's forcefully
elemental creations,
slashing its tyrannical presence
through a frigid northern winter.
Feckless, huddling
creatures seek refuge from its
indifferently oblivious
predations.
It is clear that Mother Nature,
so absorbed in her primal
tasks of creation
envisioned no value
in schooling the elements
in moderation of intent and purpose.
They run heedlessly amok
as they will, and she content
with the ensuing balance of power
even as chaos erupts,
turns attention elsewhere.
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